Dick led Fudge aside later in the dressing-room. “I got that play,
Fudge,” he said. “Sorry I wasn’t in when you came.”
“What do you think of it?” demanded Fudge exultantly. “Isn’t it a
peach, Dick?”
Dick smiled. “I think so,” he replied. “I’ll try it out to-morrow. It
isn’t a play that we could use more than once in a game, Fudge, for its
merit lies in its power to surprise the other chap, and he wouldn’t
fall for it more than once, I guess.”
“I don’t see why,” Fudge objected.
“Think a minute,” answered Dick gently. “The quarter kneels to hold the
ball and then runs with it. The opponent might think once that it was a
bona-fide placement-kick, Fudge, but the next time he would be on the
lookout. And instead of getting sucked in he’d watch the quarter and
his backs would go through outside of tackle and smear the pass. But
never mind that. It looks promising for a one-time play and, I believe,
it’s going to be just what we will want on Saturday. I only wish you’d
thought of it before, Fudge.”
“So do I. But, say, I’ve got another one――――”
“Save it for next season,” laughed Dick. “There’s no time to teach more
plays now. What’s the matter with your ear?”
“Some idiot kicked it, I guess.” Fudge felt of it cautiously and winced.
“Better bathe it. It’s pretty well swollen. Well, thanks for the play,
Fudge.”
There was a mass-meeting in assembly hall that evening and the fellows
sang and cheered enthusiastically until, at nine, Lanny and Dick
appeared and mounted the platform. Lanny spoke first. He had a simple,
direct way of talking that pleased his hearers, and to-night, although
he said nothing very new, he managed to work the meeting into a fine
frenzy. Cheers followed, repeated over and over, and then Dick arose
and faced a new tumult. He couldn’t help but contrast this greeting
with that which had met him at that former meeting, and the thought
brought a smile to his face. When the cheers had subsided he spoke:
“Fellows, there isn’t much anyone can say on the eve of a big game;
and, anyhow, Captain White has got ahead of me. I do want to thank you
personally, though, just as White thanked you on behalf of the team,
for the splendid support you have given us all season.” A few chuckles
were heard. “I want to thank you too for your――for the good feeling
you’ve shown me. I appreciate it. And I want to tell you that it has
made a difference; helped more than you can possibly realize. I don’t
want to seem to be asking for credit for whatever share I’ve had in
the development of the team, but I do want to say to you that when I
undertook this job I didn’t appreciate what it meant. It’s been――well,
it’s been hard work, fellows; harder work than I expected. And there
have been lots of discouraging moments. And that’s why I say that
you’ve helped me, just as you’ve helped us all, by letting me know, as
you have let me know, that you had confidence in me in spite of my――my
limitations.”
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